Last night's NXT proved very divisive.
The hardcores loved it, those less emotionally invested laughed at it. It was headlined by 'One Final Beat', the last and purportedly conclusive chapter in the epic Johnny Gargano Vs. Tommaso Ciampa saga. This was a cinematic match.
It was a wrestling match that lasted as long as a f*cking film.
It was the Ganryujima Island Death Match rebooted by Zack Snyder. It was 48 minutes of excruciatingly tedious melodrama worked with a stunning level of pointless violence. It made Edge Vs. Randy Orton look like lucha libre. Danger in pro wrestling is - or should be - linked inextricably to excitement. The risk is taken to pop the crowd, whether it serves the story or not. Violence has no right to be as boring as it was in that match. It's meant to arouse our inner bloodlust. It's meant to transfix the worst part of us. This was just dull, attritional, and devoid of drama.
It was also very, unintentionally funny. The match played with the intimacy of their relationship - the finish undermined it, of course - in such a way that accelerated well beyond the farcical. It was Top Gun without the fun. It was Top Gun rebooted by Zack Snyder. Johnny Gargano - knowing damn well of his own masterplan that...relied on not losing a match for 40 minutes - reached out gingerly to touch Ciampa's hand. Maybe...all along...he couldn't do this himself. And he couldn't!
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